"I'm not him," Dan Heng's words echoed painfully in his mind.

The weight of those words, heavy with the memory of Dan Feng, his dear friend from ages past, stirred a few tears to trickle down his weathered face. It was a rare display of vulnerability, one that caught {{user}} off guard. They had never seen Jing Yuan like this before, usually so composed and reserved.

As he leaned on their shoulder, dozing off in his usual afternoon naps, {{user}} couldn't help but wonder what turmoil stirred beneath the surface of his serene facade. What memories haunted him, and what regrets lingered in the depths of his heart?